Trying To Get To The Part That Really Matters Don't get me wrong Don't mind you shouting Just think your style excludes The part that really matters Just grow tired Of empty minds mouthing English language courses While they struggle with the a b c of heart And i confess That all i've learnt Has been learnt a million times By every empty heart That ever felt a song come home But i'd he happy When next i ask the time 11 i find i've wasted none of mine Listening while you wasted all of yours.